Alrighty Now! We’re starting a new book to help us along in our continued effort to dig deeper over at the SANDBOX WRITING CHALLENGE….this go round Lady Calen is prompting us along with the help of Philip Simmons book Learning to Fall: Recording the Blessings of an Imperfect Life…….
Do you perceive life as a problem to be worked out, or a mystery to be experienced? Have you ever encountered something so powerful, befuddling, joyful, or horrible that you can’t figure out WHAT it means? If so, imagine yourself standing on the edge of a cliff puzzling it out. Do you see it as a problem to be solved and back away in fear, confusion, or the belief it can’t really be that great, or do you leap forward into the mystery of it? Let’s talk about problems and mysteries, shall we?
Where in your life have you experienced true mystery?
My Soul Strolls, once filled with comfort,
Are now becoming riddled with restlessness….
Stirrings, like the beat of Dragonfly Wings,
Cause an uncontrollable quiver,
Deep inside of me….
The need for growth, strong.
I ponder the question,
Then speaking it out loud….
I put it ‘out there’ on the wind…
“Is it time for me to go?”
I listen carefully, to the song of the sea..
Waiting, waiting for the whisper of an answer………
…..that answer is ‘out there’……yet it’s a mystery……
I wrote this, this morning, before knowing what this weeks SBC was going to be. I only added the last little line ‘yet it’s a mystery’ after reading what the prompt was…….I think it kinda, sorta ties in with the whole ‘mystery’ thing.
It’s a mystery to me. Why am I so restless? Why am I feeling the need to go?
I feel the force of it as if I’d been punched in the stomach…….I don’t see it as something to run from….I welcome it as it makes me feel Alive, but it also brings on huge bouts of frustration. Why frustration?! Because as much as I want to act on it, the realities of real life hold me back…….
With that said, I do see some travel in the very near future to feed the wanderlust of my gypsy soul……….
So, until I can totally unravel the mystery of my gypsy soul, (and quite truthfully, I know that’s NEVER gonna happen, nor do I want it to..life would be boring without the mystery!)…. I’ll continue to walk the beaches of Assateague…waiting and listening for the answers yet to come.